Faith blinked at the huge amount of food Sam had bought, picking up a strawberry yogurt with an almost quizzical expression. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd eaten yogurt. For that matter she wasn't exactly sure if she liked the stuff all that much. Still, she glanced at Sam, guessing it had all been some sort of delaying tactic. She couldn't even say she blamed him for that.
"July, huh?" Well that was one relief straight away. Faith wasn't sure how long the kids would be staying in LA, but at least it gave her the best part of a year if he did end up staying. If. A big if. And she wasn't sure any more how she felt about the idea of the kids all being sent back, as much as she knew they had to be eventually. "Maybe I should start placing bets on which day."
It may have taken days, but finally Sam gave Michael a proper look and Faith relaxed as he backed her up on the motel thing. She gave Sam a grateful look before she focused on her son. "Of course we're sure. This is where your family is, it's where you belong. Besides, you go off to a motel, even with Ben, I'm gonna be worried about you all the time. At least here I know you're protected and actually getting decent food thanks to your grandmother. I bet Ben would let you get away with eating vending machine food all the time."